Temples
What does it mean,
To love You?
Which would this be:
Is it such, or untrue?
How may I wake,
To trust You?
What permeates?
My faith, destitute!
As aurum rightly shines,
For luster may come through:
I’d rather yield inside;
So, my prayer, ensues –
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2024
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